Chapter Twenty-Three
I’m losin’ my mind.
They’d left for Dallas before daybreak, and the city was roughly a three-hour drive from Crimson Creek. Jasper took the wheel, while Vick sat in the passenger seat. Once again, they’d taken her vehicle.
The rain came down in sheets, lightning split the sky. The horizon was filled with dark rumbling clouds, and they were driving right into the storm.
Sweet Jesus. I hope this ain’t one of those omens.
The weather wasn’t the only problem.
Jasper should be concentrating on the long winding, rain-soaked road ahead of him. Or the song and dance he’d have to do to convince Rodriguez, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Vixen.
About fucking Vixen, to be precise. After so many years of shoving down his desires, his lust had been unleashed, and it threatened to overwhelm his good sense. She called to him, compelled him.
His cock had gotten hard, pressing against his fly, pulsing to life, as though it had a will of its own when it came to Vixen. A healthy dose of angst also fueled his lustful thoughts. There’s no guarantee this last-ditch attempt would go their way. A little release would go a long way in easing some of this dread.
Vick wore a V-neck blouse, blue silk, which showcased the pale mounds of her large breasts. Beneath she wore a demi-cup bra. Jasper had watched her get dressed this morning. Her tits bounced as he drove. Damn, if he couldn’t stop hitting potholes just to watch them jiggle. And he didn’t give a flying fuck about the front-end alignment.
Distractin’ as hell.
She kept moving her legs together, pulling the edges of her skirt down. It was a nervous habit of hers. Her legs were bare, one draped over the other. As he pushed the SUV into a higher gear, Jasper placed a hand on her thigh.
“Take off your top.”
“What? Here?”
“Why not? It’s just you, me, miles of open road, and the fadin’ moon overhead.” The sun wouldn’t be up for nearly an hour. So far, they’d only passed two cars.
“I don’t know, Jasper.” But her pupils dilated, swallowing the blue centers. He could see the flush on her cheeks, starting to spread down her neck.
“I’ve thought about fuckin’ you lots of times when we’re out drivin’.”
She huffed a breath. “You have?”
“Fuck, yes, and then I’d go home all alone hard and achin’.”
“Even when we went to Houston the last time?”
Jasper groaned. “You already know the answer to that one.”
“Yeah, but I want you to tell me anyway.”
“I’d rather show you. Now unbutton your blouse.” He squeezed her thigh.
A bolt of lightning cracked above them, adding to the electricity already in the air.
Vick shivered. They both liked it when he took sexual control of her. She slowly opened her shirt, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
Jasper admired the view. “Good, now lift them over the cups.” There’s something erotic about being half-dressed, he loved the urgency.
Vixen complied, the soft, white mounds shook even more on their new precarious perch. He hit even more bumps in the road watching as they bounced for him.
He lifted his hand from her leg and squeezed Vick’s breasts. Jasper tweaked the nipples until they stood hard.
Fuck. I should film that in slow motion and watch it every night.
“Now spread your legs.” She opened for him. “Good girl. Take your panties down. I want them down around your ankles.”
Vick shimmied and scooched on the seat as she wriggled out of her drawers.
As soon as her panties hit the floor, Jasper stroked her stomach and then the line of her thighs before he pressed a hand between her legs. Wetness greeted his palm. She wanted this, too. He felt like fucking crowing about it.
She gasped, head lolling to the side as he teased her, tracing the lips of her sex, pushing a finger inside. Jasper fondled her clit, light little touches designed to inflame. And she squirmed, arching into his hand. When he pulled his hand away, his fingertips glistened.
He pressed a digit to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Vixen sucked his finger and damn if he didn’t think about putting his cock in her mouth. Not an option in a moving car. Another time, perhaps.
After pulling his finger free, Jasper trailed it down the line of her throat, over the trembling curve of her breast, circling a nipple. Both of them stood at attention.
“We’re going to play a game.”
“Hmm?” She blinked.
Jasper chuckled. “A game, let’s see which one of us can hold out the longest.”
“What…?” She shook her head and the dazed look faded. “I’ll win.”
“Don’t think so, Vixen.” Competition fired his blood and only got him more excited. Somehow, he thought they’d both win.
Jasper pinched a nipple, and she inhaled sharply.
“Victory is at hand.”
“That so?” Vixen slowly reached for him.
“What are you doin’?”
“Bringin’ it, Jasper.” She traced the line of his cock, which strained against the zipper.
Fuck me, she fights dirty.
“Didn’t say you could touch me.”
“That’s hardly fair.”
“I’m a mobster, Vixen. Did you expect me to play by any rules?”
“Guess not.” Yet Vick didn’t remove her hand. And he couldn’t summon the will to push it away.
Jasper grunted and tried to keep his hips still, but it was no use. He dry humped her palm as he forced himself to keep his eyes glued to the road, instead of the enticing sight of her. He had trouble concentrating. His balls ached and his cock hammered against the denim, eager to be unleashed.
“Know what?”
“What?” he gritted out.
“I work for the mob, too. Guess the rules don’t apply to me either.” And then she undid his fly.
“Oh, shit.” A breath hissed between his teeth. Somehow, this game had gotten out of hand, and now he was the one being played.
“Right now, I’m thinkin’ about you pullin’ over to the side of the road.” Vick leaned over, pressing a bare breast against his arm. He wanted them in his hands, then he’d slide his cock between them, come all over the nipples, and rub it into her skin.
“Yeah? And then what?”
“Your cock slammin’ into me.”
Oh, the visual alone.
“What would you be doin’?” He grunted.
“Gaspin’ for breath, needin’ you inside me. Maybe beggin’ you to—”
“That’s it. Can’t take it anymore.”
Jasper screeched to a halt, then he went off-roading until they reached a copse of trees. Once he’d driven behind them, Jasper flicked off the lights, slammed it in park, jumped out of the SUV and rounded the car. He opened the door and grasped Vick’s arm.
“Hurry!” Vick was every bit as out of control.
Jasper didn’t give a shit about the thunderstorm surrounding them, the hard rain pouring down on their heads, soaking them to the bone.
He grasped her from behind, then peeled the rest of her clothes off—leaving her naked. The rain sluiced over her pale skin. She was a sight to behold—lush, wet, and wanting. Vixen gave these little gasping sighs as he kissed the perfect line of her back, smelled her hair.
He cupped her pussy. “Mine.”
She shivered.
“Say it, Vixen.”
“It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“Fuck yes.” Jasper groaned. “And now I’m takin’ what’s mine.” He opened the trunk and then bent her over the bumper. Jasper smacked her rounded ass until it turned pink for him.
Jasper undid his jeans and pushed them down around his ankles, along with his drawers. The tip of his cock had flushed an angry red. Jasper felt too raw, too irrational. He wanted to put his come inside her, flood her with it.
And then he realized something.
“Aw, hell, I don’t have a condom with me.”
“I don’t care.”
Thank God. I don’t either.
He teased himself, pressing the head against her silken pussy. She was tight, squeezing him, and this time the sensation wasn’t blunted by rubber. Jasper placed a hand on the small of Vixen’s back and pumped into her from behind.
“Harder.” She arched back.
Jasper gripped her arms, pulling them behind her back, and thrust furiously. She was like a doll, her body moving as he did. There was something primal about the image of pulling her onto his dick like this.
Jasper plunged in balls deep, filling her all the way up. Every now and then, he slipped a hand beneath her hips, finding her clit. Vixen gave these sexy little moans, crying out for him as he pounded her.
Her legs shook, and then Vixen keened, howling her release. With a groan, Jasper crashed into her one last time and came, flooding her hot little cunt with his semen.